Chapter 12: Questions
Summary: 15 years have passed since Alessandra was changed. Damon is restless and ready to move on..
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Damon walked inside the apartment. His skin glowed with the blood he'd taken.
Alessandra sat on a sofa, reading a book, "Back from another of your liaisons?" She asked, not looking at him.
Damon growled. She had been terminating through the core of his patience lately and he was getting rather tired of it. Fifteen years had passed since he changed her. Fifteen long years. She constantly questioned him about where he went and with whom. And she asked who he fed on and if they were female; and if they were she asked if he'd slept with them and if he had he'd get an hour long lecture on how she thought it was about time to commit to one another monogamously.
Where she got these ideas were beyond him.
What made her think he would commit?
He had never intended on committing himself, not just to her, but to any woman. She told him that she loved him all the time and he'd been able to get by with a mumbled 'yes' or a 'that's nice', but she was getting harder to avoid. He did have feelings for her, but it was not love by any means. He did not want to hurt her by saying that he didn't love her, nor did he want to lie to himself and say he did.
"Where were you?" She asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
"I went out to feed." Damon replied nonchalantly.
"Really, and whom did you feed on?" She asked.
Like a worn out phrase.
"Does it matter, Alessandra, honestly?" Damon snapped.
"Yes, it matters to me." Alessandra said.
"She was a young woman, and yes I did have sex with her, and no I will not stop it." Damon said, answering all the questions he knew she'd ask before she asked them.
Alessandra bit her lip, "Will you ever make that commitment?" She asked.
Damon was sick of this. He was sick of her. The time had come.
"No." Damon replied, "No I will not."
"After being with me for fifteen years...do you not love me the way I love you?" She walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm.
Damon looked at her, "Alessandra, I never did anything to make you gain these feelings for me. I thought that you were like me. Completely into the physical side of our relationship, but not looking for marriage or love."
"Maybe that was how it began, but Damon, now I see I do love you." Her blue eyes began to tear.
"Do not waste your tears on me." he looked at her, "For I will not return them."
"Why do you say such things?" She asked.
"Because I am sparing you a lie." Damon said, "I do not love you. I cannot fall in love with anyone."
"What do you mean?" Alessandra asked.
"I have never loved, nor do I intend to. Life is enough of a hassle without adding the complications of love." Damon smiled.
"A life without love is terrible. And I pity you, Damon." She walked over to the window.
"Pity me not," Damon scowled, "For when your heart is broken, I will be revealing in this power. Our time is over, Alessandra."
"I know." She replied, but her voice was shaky.
"It's time I leave you. I believe you can survive on your own, now." Damon walked into his bed chambers and began to pack all of his things. Time was wasting. He'd spent enough time here.
He left Alessandra behind, and in her place a life of his own emerged.
